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James Kenneth Stephen (Джеймс Кеннет Стивен)


My Education


At school I sometimes read a book,
And learned a lot of lessons;
Some small amount of pains I took,
And showed much acquiescence
In what my masters said, good men!
Yet after all I quite
Forgot the most of it: but then
I learned to write.

At Lincoln's Inn I'd read a brief,
Abstract a title, study
Great paper-piles, beyond belief
Inelegant and muddy:
The whole of these as time went by
I soon forgot: indeed
I tried to: yes: but by and by
I learned to read.

By help of Latin, Greek and Law
I now can write and read too:
Then perish each forgotten saw,
Each fact I do not need too:
But still whichever way I turn
At one sad task I stick:
I fear that I shall never learn
Arithmetic. 



James Kenneth Stephen's other poems:
  1. Steam-Launches on the Thames
  2. The Philosopher and the Philanthropist
  3. After the Golden Wedding (Three Soliloquies)
  4. The Last Ride Together (after Browning)
  5. A Parodist's Apology


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